I think that maybe I will henceforth try a more mature approach. Um, ok, scratch that, I still have the Red Room, and one or two more clubs to experience, but then, after that, I think I might just try been a grown up. I’ll get a decent job, a flat, a flat mate, I’ll cook suppers every night and do my own laundry and stop drinking. I may join a book club. I’ll take up embroidery…learn how to do a dance that doesn’t involve bopping and letting my hair fall all over my face whilst holding onto a beer (one that isn’t poured into a glass either for that matter).
I think to spur on this new start I think I will type up my quotes, clean up my desk and make a to do list for later all whilst listening to something soothing and classical, ooh, with a cup of sweet milky tea. Life is grand. Aren't the photos colourful? :) Rather like the characters one meets at the Doors. These are the good ol' days indeed.